Mom's One Way Mirror

My Mom was an escort. A pretty word for a prostitute that cost a ton of money. When I found out, I wasn’t even mad. In fact, the only that really upset me about it was that woman that I’d fantasizing about since I’d first discovered fantasizing was totally available! To everyone but me…

Mom was suddenly this ultra sexual, and actually achievable thing. Except that, wait, no. Because I was still her Son. Her long, often wildly colored hair, that was so soft to the touch. Her massive breasts, that her shirts and dresses were always happy to put on display. Her gorgeous, curvy ass, and the legs that ran up to them. Hell, she even had pretty feet. That wasn’t even a thing for me, but dammit she definitely had them!

One day Mom said she was headed to work, and I took a risk, steeled my nerves, and asked if I could see where she worked. Mom was clearly surprised by my request, but her smile was borderline erotic as she gave a, “are you serious” kind of expression. Her little grin. The way she bit her bottom lip as she ran her eyes up and down the length of me. She even made curiosity look hot! 

But, after an eternity of silence, she finally nodded and said “Okay.” It was the best damn, okay, I’d ever heard in my life, and I was quick to grab my jacket and head for the car. The building itself was fairly ordinary for that part of the city. It looked like an office building from the outside, and kind of like a mix between an office building and a hotel on the inside. 

The front desk was staffed by lovely women who had a board behind them that looked so ordinary and boring that it took a double take before I realized that it was listing prices for various sex acts. And, if I’m being totally honest, I didn’t even recognize some of the terms for what was on sale. 

Mom watched me reading the list and smiled brightly. She looked thrilled by my curiosity, but there was another aspect to her smile. I felt like I was a kid again, talking about what car I wanted when I grew up. I THOUGHT I knew what I was talking about. But the whole time my Parents were secretly thinking about how cute I sounded. It was THAT kind of look. 

After the lobby, Mom gave me a tour that included some of the room. Most of them were either set up like office suites or elegant hotel rooms. But there was a lot of variety put in in order to satisfy certain kinks. For example, Mom told me that one whole floor was set up to look sleazy and dirty. With cheap rooms, and even set-ups to look like alleyways or other sketchy locations. Other rooms had themes like churches, bars, gas stations, etcetera. 

Finally, she let me into the room she would be in that night. It was near the top floor, and was one of those elegant hotel suite set-ups. Mom told me that she got a lot of requests for role-plays. Very specific things where she got lists of approved dialogue in advance. She would pretend to be someone's teacher, or boss. The wife of a best friend, or even their own Mother. As she said the last one, she held my eyes and smiled in a way that made it very difficult for me to walk 

Mom informed me that sometimes her requests were for groups of people. But sometimes they were much more specific. Which was why there was deliberately enough room under the bed for a grown man to hide. The closet had slats that you could see out of. And, Mom’s favorite, she had a one way mirror set up adjacent to the closet. So that a person could pretend to be watching secretly as she played a character that they wanted to watch have sex. 

After my tour, Mom told me a few places that I would be allowed to wander around. She shot me a wink as she told me which places would have me overhearing all the loud sex that happened in the building, and which places were sound proofed to prevent that kind of thing. Some hallways were completely off limits. While others actually encouraged people to wander around and give shocked stares at those who came out of the rooms. 

Once we had separated though, I snuck back to Mom’s room. I slipped in while she was grabbing a drink and getting ready for her client, and I went into the little room with the one way mirror. I knew that I couldn’t pay to have sex with my Mom. As flirty as she seemed to my 18-year-old, completely sex-addled brain, she’d no doubt have a meltdown and kick me out of the house if I got caught peeping. Forget about wanting to see her have sex or, god willing, actually get to touch that magnificent body of hers. 

So, this was my one chance to at least watch someone else have sex with her. My pulse was pounding and my body temperature was 100 degrees above normal as I stood there and waited. I didn’t have to wait long though. After about 10 or 15 minutes, I heard Mom come into the room, laughing that incredibly charming laugh of hers as she told some unseen guy to take his shoes off and hang up his coat. 

While he was doing that, Mom walked over to the mirror to check her hair. She looked gorgeous. Her outfit was a mix of classy and slutty. Platinum and diamond earrings, a platinum and gold necklace, a platinum bracelet, a dress of silver and platinum that shimmered in the light, and a pair of high heels that matched the dress. She looked liked the Wife of a royal, about to go to the opera. Except that her dress’s material hung loosely. On strap was constantly tipping off of either one shoulder or the other, and her massive breasts created a cleavage line in it that you just wanted to dive into. When she turned, the loose material of the front would move to give you a glimpse of the sides of her lovely breasts, and I was certain that if she dipped down in front of me to pick anything up I’d be looking at her nipples. 

As she approached the mirror, she stopped abruptly like she’d been startled. Then she slowly grinned, and walked right up to it, seemingly checking her hair and make-up one last time. But as she stared directly at me, she mouthed something. Then raised her eyebrows and waited. And then she did it again. The second time she mouthed the words, I caught them. She even whispered them a bit, and the material between us was so devoid of soundproofing that I heard that soft whisper as she said, “The light needs to be off for that to work.” 

I gulped, blushed, panicked, and spun around looking for the light switch; seemingly all at the same time. I found it and flicked it out just as I heard the guy say, “Oh. Yeah. I liked that! Right in front of the mirror.” Mom smiled into, what was now hopefully nothing but her reflection as she made an approving noise and answered back that it sounded good to her too. 

He walked up to her, and commented on how gorgeous she looked, and made some remarks about how her Husband must be missing her. Mom then made a point of admiring the wedding band and engagement ring that never seemed to leave her left hand, and I was blown away when I immediately recognized that they were her REAL wedding rings, and not just part of the costume. They went back and forth like that for a bit. Highlighting that Mom was a married woman over and over again in a variety of ways. 

When he said he just wanted to lift up Mom’s skirt and take her right then and there, she didn’t look at him. She stared at me. I mean, from her point of view, she was staring into the mirror. But she knew I was there now, and suddenly everything had double and triple meanings. 

As Mom stared at me. At the mirror. Then she said, “I think you want to see my big tits pressed into the glass of this mirror.” Then, never breaking that faux eye contact, she continued after a pause, “Don’t you?” 

I gulped as quietly as I could, but the guy in the room was quick with a “Hell yeah!”, followed by another few lines about her lovely married breasts. But Mom never took her eyes off the mirror as she lowered her straps, freed her massive tits, and pressed them into the glass. Mom pressed her hands to the glass as well, and then suggested that she needed her pussy licked. 

The next 10 minutes were me watching my Mom press into the glass less than an inch in front of me as she smiled, moaned, and began to flush and breathe heavily. 

After coming down off of her first orgasm, Mom grinned at me and said, “You know. You were right, this mirror was a great idea. But, I think that if it could talk, it would be saying how badly it wants to see me taking your dick from behind.” Then she kissed the glass and purred, “Wouldn’t you sweetie?” 

Her client was all about it. He was telling her how hot she was being, and how beautiful she was. He was saying those things even as I watched him stand up and walk over so that he was standing behind my Mom. Then he lifted the back of her dress, lined himself up, and while I stared into her eyes, he slid his cock into my Mother’s pussy. 

She gasped, and cried with pleasure before licking her lips and smiling my way. “God,” Mom moaned. “That cock is so deep inside of me right now!” And basically, that. For the next 20 minutes I watched as some stranger plowed my Mom from behind. She moaned, and screamed, and came. And all the while, she looked directly at me and told me how much she loved it. How deep inside of he was, and what he was doing to her minute by minute. 

He asked about her Husband a lot. And she was always quick to answer. Or to ask him, unprompted, how good her married pussy felt. But if there was one part that got to me the most it was probably when he called her a slut for letting someone other her Husband fuck her, and she grinned this huge, wicked grin. Then she said that he was right. That she just loved dick, and it didn’t need to be her Husband's. And she immediately followed that up with a knowing wink into the mirror. Then she gazed down, and even though I knew that she couldn’t see me grip my cock as I watched her from the dark, she stared right at me as she licked her lips, and then returned her gaze to my eyes. 

When her client finally got close, she warned him that if he wasn’t careful, he’d end up shooting his load into a Married Woman’s pussy. Which is what let to me watching my Mom’s 3rd orgasm of the night as her eyes rolled up into her head and she loudly moaned about what a whore for hot cum she was. He was bucking, and screaming, and slamming himself into her. And everyone part of me was overwhelmed with the fact that I was watching my Mom get absolutely filled up with cum. 

When it was all done, there were a bunch of niceties. Mom never left character and kept talking about how her Husband would notice that she was missing soon, and that she needed to get back to the party. It was a good 15 minutes more before the guy finally left. But when he did, Mom didn’t go with him. Instead she walked back over to the mirror, pointed at me, and simply said, “You. Out of there mister. Right now.” 

Mom’s dress was back in place as we spoke. Which was a blessing, because I felt like she might have murdered me if I’d been starting at her nipples the whole time she was chewing me out. Mom went off on how what I did was dangerous. That if the guy had realized and gotten pissed, it could have started a fight. Then she said that I’d been selfish, and that if I’d been caught by someone else, my Mom could have lost her job. And yeah. I’d been so horned up that I hadn’t thought of the consequences and I’d really fucked up. 

But, as Mom finished up her lecture, she ended it by saying something something, “Especially when you could have just asked. Or even come through like a regular customer!” And just… 

WHAT!?!?!?

Mom’s anger had faded, and she was grinning from ear to ear. Her smile was a teasing, taunting thing as she said, “You heard me.” 

And, I think my Mom had just told me that I could “hire” her. I tried to ask her to say it again, but she just smiled, and sat up on the room’s private bar. There, she poured herself a drink. I tried asking again if I could actually, really be a customer. Not just for anyone there, but for her specifically. In reply Mom asked, “Got any money?” And took another sip of her wine. 

I didn’t though. My face fell a bit as I admitted that I didn’t. But, after I’d said it, Mom smiled, and leaned towards me as she coyly asked, “Could you maybe ask your Parents for some?” She was sipping her wine once again when I, with a blush that covered my whole body, asked, “Mom, can I borrow some money?” Her grin was stunning as she said, “Oh. What for sweetie?” I gulped. But I needed clarity. So, I was really, really clear when I answered that I needed that money to hire my prostitute Mother to have sex with me. 

Her answering smile looked downright proud. Mom then grabbed her purse, pulled out a fistful of hundred dollar bills, and handed them to me as she said, “That sounds like fun kiddo.” And as she pressed the money into my hand she added, “You be sure to have yourself a REALLY good time with this money. Okay?” I nodded. 

Then, after a minute of not knowing what to do. I simply offered the money back to her, telling her that I had money now. Mom laughed, but took the money back from me and placed it neatly back into her purse before setting the purse aside. Then she said, “So. You’re a paying customer now. Can Mommy give you some advice before we get started sweetie?” 

I nodded in reply. And with a wicked grin, Mom advised me that there was no need to be gentle. 

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